Are we the same sitting in a quiet room.?. It would be nice to know the depths in which the walls move... Will the catch enjoy the softness of sighs..?. Or is it the vibes that will ache in the heart as it's a matter of time.?. Where does luv come into play once the door closes us in.?. Do we clique like the lock turning with the rib.?. In the middle of the silence as bodies lay about... Touching extremities as the wrap feels the chitter chatter of sounds... Who is it i am to become deep behind the shelter of a place called home.?. Reflecting a life in the eyes on what end of intent do I in ur heart roam.?. Comfort or boredom is the question lips chase if we were to meet... The knowing would be appreciated if u could dig a hole for ur own worth to have a seat... To think on the acknowledgement of the mingle resting on emotions awaiting on life to play out... Am I jus a moment to have someone so u don't havta struggle through a drought.?. If that's even fair to say as I might jus have a crack at the tenderness u possess... Yet that depends on the verbal understanding of where u are mentally correct... To come at relations without the hidden chronicles that speak of tales as a story to getting where u are to be... In the stillness of a pause to be honest where do I fit in to how ur very on dreams become a reality.?.
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